Telling a Friend to Get Help

This morning I got up late because I stayed up till 3am on the computer but I took the dogs out hiking with me anyway.  I think the dogs need to get used to moving at a faster pace because they started lagging behind me after a little while.  With my cardio done for the day, I decided to head home.

I passed the neighborhood where Teresa lives and I decided to go back and visit her, she has not spoken to me since I washed her urine soaked clothes at one in the morning.  I needed to set some boundaries with her and we needed to talk about what happened the other night.  I rang the door bell and noticed that there was a second car in the drive way, Teresa is not a stranger to a midnight booty call so it did not surprise me.  When the door opened there was a half naked man who answered the door and I felt myself instantly blush and not want to make eye contact with him.  A couple of seconds later Teresa popped up and asked the man what he was still doing here.  She told me to come in and we sat down in the kitchen and she made coffee.  I heard the front door slam and I asked who that was, she said she didn't get his name.  I just rolled my eyes at Teresa for being so careless and I was thinking other thinks which I did not say...

I started out the conversation by wanting to know what happened the other night and Teresa shook her head at me.  I asked her to tell me what happened again and she frowned really big at me.  The events of that night as she told me were too unbelievable for me to believe.  She went out for dinner with this guy from work and then he took her to a club and then she left that club with another man.  They went to some sort of rave party where she took some pills!  At that point I stopped her and asked her what kind of pills were these?  She interrupted me and asked me if I knew what anal beads were?  I had no clue and Teresa knew that, she just wanted to change the subject.  When she left the rave with the guy she did not know he took her back to his place and apparently he lured her back to his house with the promise of these beads.

I stopped Teresa half way through her next breath because I was not sure what to believe anymore and I told her I am not picking you up drunk again!  You are in charge of your own life and you really need to grow-up and look at what your life has become.  She started crying and I walked out the door, "please get some help Teresa" was the last thing I said to her.

When I got home I felt really good about myself and I looked in my work out book and followed one of the routines.  I did some shoulders, lower back and calf raises, followed by some ab stuff.  I just did what the book said and I am exhausted.  I am going to take a shower and then a nap.  Speaking to Teresa today emotionally drained me.